Earlier this month I faced my first editorial beginner bashing. I somehow believed that I was meeting only the designer to discuss a photo feature on Old Spitalfields Market. This just wasn’t the case, and I soon found myself before a handful of faces, eager to suss me out.

Sat in a small, sweltering glass cage, I fast realised that this was an interview – and I didn’t have my portfolio. Really quite the error that pitched me against the chief photographer. As I was soon to discover, this bloke was only teaching me a few harsh, but very necessary lessons. In the meanwhile, he tore me to shreds. Scary and exciting.